Opening my eyes, my heart peeks out the littlewindow of light. Scared like a rat in a hole whilethe cat of heartbreak waits. I wait till you speak,what a man. I will open the front door of my emotionsif you knock just right. I am tired of the NoSoliciting sign on my doorbell of heart. I will nowplace the rugged, stepped on welcome mat of my heartmeekly out the door. I will wait, and soon you willsee my eyes looking out the peep hole and ... I willwink.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.